Sunday, June 10, 2012

100 Miles

The bright orange sun hid in the horizon as a light
breeze unsettled the weary soul foretelling the storm. Politicians,
millionaires, artists, common people looking for oil or peace all tried to buy
their land. “Why do you need it? It’s just sand.” They didn’t know about the
trap door behind the house, the tunnel, and the living thing in there. One day,
it would travel the 100 mile long tunnel back to the surface and rule the
world. They just had to feed it till then. They always wondered why no one ever
noticed all those missing nosey visitors.